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It was time for action to be had among the gathered. With the conclusion of the conversation on Brightome each of the assembled Jedis had their own mission and tasks to carry out. A lot of work was needed to get done, and they didn’t have a lot of time to do it. With Fennex, Marina, and Ralaa away on their own mission on Jedha; Bruce had gathered his small cell of Jedi Younglings with some additional knights, a cell of a some 50 members were joining him. The 50 were split among two separate shuttles, one with Bruce and one without. There was a few more that agreed to follow the Bardottan councillor but they had been told to seek shelter somewhere else for a short period of time until ordered otherwise. Bruce had a plan but he could not risk too big of a group not yet; but their time was coming. A smaller group would go unnoticed, that’s was the common belief.
As such, Bruce Guleya, the Caretaker of First Knowledge was on his way to a planet he’d not been to in nearly 20 years. A planet that gave birth and gave rise to the Bardottan, who fostered and shaped him as a child, who frowned upon his decision to leave it behind. It was home, so long ago, but it had always connected with him. Bardotta. Home of the bardottan people, home of the few people who Bruce had trusted explicitly and who he believed would be his final saving grace and a beacon of hope for himself. He was going to visit the Order he had left behind, the original order to the Caretaker, long before his time as a Jedi. The Dagoyan Order. A group of force sensitive bardottan who were revered as masters and those who had significant pull in bardottan politics, specifically with the royal throne. The Dagoyan had a very different view of the Force than the Jedi, it was the root of Bruce’s belief and the constant driving force behind how he carried himself. Bruce had attempted tirelessly to try and marry the two beliefs, the Jedi believed in the Light, the Sith believed in the Dark, but the Dagoyan believed in pure balance and harmony - unity. While the Dagoyan Mystics didn’t exactly have perfect control over their gift, given they didn’t train to perfect and use them as tools like the Jedi and Sith did, but they had a basic understanding and control - which was all the younglings really needed. They needed control, self-disciple and understanding of the energies that flows through them. They needed the practical foundation before they could really delve into the mysteries. The Dagoyan could do that - help them understand. This would be a new breed of Jedi, a new direction for the New Jedi Order... at least that was his hope.
Bruce knew however, it wouldn’t be the easiest of tasks to do - but he needed to do it. If he could convince the Masters to accept the Younglings - if only briefly - into their folds, Bruce could go ahead and try and find a permanent solution for the ones he’d been charged with - and he had a direction in which he could go. One thing was certain with the Daogyans, they were often viewed as Seers and could see glimpse of the many possibilities of the future. One of the abilities that fueled the ever advancing curiosity and thirst for knowledge, was the ability to be lead to mysteries - an innate ability Bruce carried, even know it called to him and it had done so much stronger in the recent days than previously. He had a lead on a new home, and he would set out for it as soon as he could help the younglings and help them settle down; this would be the only way he could take a few moments to himself to seek clarity. He knew, thee only chance was to talk to his former masters to help explain the situation; he felt good but he knew they wouldn’t just immediately accept his pleas.
“This is Bruce Guleya to Bardotta Control. I have urgent business with the Dagoyan Masters. A plea. Do you read?” Bruce opened the Comm to the planet down below. His name had meaning, though he wasn’t a member of the Dagoyan Order currently, he had been when he was young - spending a decade with the Masters. His name would be known amongst his people, and though he wasn’t known on a galactic scale - Bardotta would know of his position within the Jedi Order; he was Bardottan after all.... and his family might have also extended his fame.
Speaking of such, he had contacted his family prior to arrival to help announce his request. He suspected his family would come through. They were respected enough in the trading industry - and their status was not easily forgotten as they lived on the water; a sign of prestige amongst his people.
“Master Bruce, where are we going?” A young Jedi asked him expectantly.
“We are going to a pretty planet, Micha. A planet that has many just like me, it is where I grew up. It is my home.” Bruce replied to the young Jedi.
“Are they all nice like you, Master Bruce?”
Bruce chuckled. The curious mind of a child always made him happy, “No Micha. They’re much nicer!”
“Is that possible?” the young Jedi genuinely asked the Bardottan pilot.
Bruce would have replied, but just as he was about to speak a lead light indicated that his transmission had been received and control was about to contact him with the newly established channel open.
As such, Bruce Guleya, the Caretaker of First Knowledge was on his way to a planet he’d not been to in nearly 20 years. A planet that gave birth and gave rise to the Bardottan, who fostered and shaped him as a child, who frowned upon his decision to leave it behind. It was home, so long ago, but it had always connected with him. Bardotta. Home of the bardottan people, home of the few people who Bruce had trusted explicitly and who he believed would be his final saving grace and a beacon of hope for himself. He was going to visit the Order he had left behind, the original order to the Caretaker, long before his time as a Jedi. The Dagoyan Order. A group of force sensitive bardottan who were revered as masters and those who had significant pull in bardottan politics, specifically with the royal throne. The Dagoyan had a very different view of the Force than the Jedi, it was the root of Bruce’s belief and the constant driving force behind how he carried himself. Bruce had attempted tirelessly to try and marry the two beliefs, the Jedi believed in the Light, the Sith believed in the Dark, but the Dagoyan believed in pure balance and harmony - unity. While the Dagoyan Mystics didn’t exactly have perfect control over their gift, given they didn’t train to perfect and use them as tools like the Jedi and Sith did, but they had a basic understanding and control - which was all the younglings really needed. They needed control, self-disciple and understanding of the energies that flows through them. They needed the practical foundation before they could really delve into the mysteries. The Dagoyan could do that - help them understand. This would be a new breed of Jedi, a new direction for the New Jedi Order... at least that was his hope.
Bruce knew however, it wouldn’t be the easiest of tasks to do - but he needed to do it. If he could convince the Masters to accept the Younglings - if only briefly - into their folds, Bruce could go ahead and try and find a permanent solution for the ones he’d been charged with - and he had a direction in which he could go. One thing was certain with the Daogyans, they were often viewed as Seers and could see glimpse of the many possibilities of the future. One of the abilities that fueled the ever advancing curiosity and thirst for knowledge, was the ability to be lead to mysteries - an innate ability Bruce carried, even know it called to him and it had done so much stronger in the recent days than previously. He had a lead on a new home, and he would set out for it as soon as he could help the younglings and help them settle down; this would be the only way he could take a few moments to himself to seek clarity. He knew, thee only chance was to talk to his former masters to help explain the situation; he felt good but he knew they wouldn’t just immediately accept his pleas.
“This is Bruce Guleya to Bardotta Control. I have urgent business with the Dagoyan Masters. A plea. Do you read?” Bruce opened the Comm to the planet down below. His name had meaning, though he wasn’t a member of the Dagoyan Order currently, he had been when he was young - spending a decade with the Masters. His name would be known amongst his people, and though he wasn’t known on a galactic scale - Bardotta would know of his position within the Jedi Order; he was Bardottan after all.... and his family might have also extended his fame.
Speaking of such, he had contacted his family prior to arrival to help announce his request. He suspected his family would come through. They were respected enough in the trading industry - and their status was not easily forgotten as they lived on the water; a sign of prestige amongst his people.
“Master Bruce, where are we going?” A young Jedi asked him expectantly.
“We are going to a pretty planet, Micha. A planet that has many just like me, it is where I grew up. It is my home.” Bruce replied to the young Jedi.
“Are they all nice like you, Master Bruce?”
Bruce chuckled. The curious mind of a child always made him happy, “No Micha. They’re much nicer!”
“Is that possible?” the young Jedi genuinely asked the Bardottan pilot.
Bruce would have replied, but just as he was about to speak a lead light indicated that his transmission had been received and control was about to contact him with the newly established channel open.
Ask, no PvP, Death/Capture disable. Requiring a DM to play the NPCs I'll be talking with - anyone who's interested give me a PM or Discord and I'll give you the details. Free credits haha!